Rhaenys rested her cheek against Meleys with a wary smile on her lips as her eyes spoke a thousand words. There was one thing she prayed would not come to pass: a war between dragons. And yet, here she is preparing Meleys for Rooks Rest. The She-Dragon beneath her let out a murmuring purr. As she spoke to her dragon, her voice was tinged with bittersweet emotion. We’re off to battle again, old girl.